0 comments/ 15328 views/ 2 favorites I Love Men By: JJ I love men. I really do. I have loved many different men. But I love them all. Their smells and looks, the way they walk, the way they belch and holler, the way they will never admit how much they need us, and the way they never admit how little they do. They fascinate me these base and sensory creatures. A full belly, some sexual release and a few comfort items and most are content. They sleep the sleep of the dreamless, the sated. I love them in all their diversity. They fascinate me. The egotistical male: who is striving for a perfection he will never find... and usually is hiding a unique and silent vulnerability. The strong man: who fears his own weakness, and who finds he is strongest not through his muscles but by protecting those weaker. The talkers: who if you listen, speak with their minds. The thinkers, the brains, and the nerds: whose strength lies inside them untapped. A little stroking, and they shine. The shy man: who when opened up by the right one is an exuberant conversationalist. Smart or dumb, tall or short, thin or fat, muscular or weak, hair or no hair... these are the men I love and have loved. I remember him; tall and lanky... wickedly smart with a quick wit. He was a virgin. I spoke to him, and he made me laugh. No one seems to realize what a potent aphrodisiac laughter is. I spoke my intentions with my eyes. He kept us friends. I touched him, brushed against him, moved my face close to his to tell him things. He kept us friends. I realized I would have to be more direct. So one night in his apartment after a gathering of friends I stayed to help repair the damage. I lifted myself to sit on the kitchen counter... deliberately letting my legs open a bit in my short khaki skirt. He stared, but kept the conversation going. I had to admire him for this. I stopped him by calling his name. I asked him directly... "Do you not find me attractive?" He stammered a bit... "Yeah I do, but we are friends!" I smiled my 'wicked me' smile at him slowly. "We can still be friends when you fuck me." I was watching his crotch at the time... and I saw a physical jump at my words. I held out my arms, asking for his help off the counter. He interpreted my gesture differently and yanked my knit top down below my leopard print bra. He pulled the satin cups down and immediately engulfed my nipple into his mouth. He attacked them, filling every boyish masturbation fantasy he had ever had in those few moments. It was delicious. He moved his hands down and let them slide up my smooth thighs to my hips... he moaned as he did this. Such simple things... I had grown used to doing this for myself. It was nothing new to touch my own body, or to touch others. I felt humbled that my body was giving his this first taste of pleasure... this first taste of a woman's body. He was unbelievable that night fucking me from behind, my chest lay on the kitchen counter. He walked behind me to his bedroom and yanked me to the living room table before we could get there. He laid me out as a waiter laid out a fine meal, spread, palatable, a sensual delight for the senses. He ate at me for 2 hours, learning my smells and tastes, the sensitive spots on my body. We made it to the bathroom next to clean off and had another round with me sitting on top of him while he rested on top of the closed toilet. The next three times were in his room... on the floor, on the weight bench, and finally in his bed. He came in my mouth when I gave him his first ever blowjob. He was one I loved. I remember him; so big he scared people and had to have his shoes specially made. He had played football, and was a brawny construction worker on the team building my home. I liked to drive up to the site and watch them sweat. I would rub myself while sitting in my car dreaming of licking up all that salty male sweat. He apparently knew his strength only too well and had not had a woman in years because he was too afraid of hurting them. I think my size put him at ease. At 5'11", I was not that much shorter than he was. I came out to meet with the architect one afternoon and he was there cleaning up some debris. I asked him for his arm to help me down the makeshift stairs they had put up. He picked me up and carried me to my car. I decided to take him to the apartment I lived in while the house was getting built. I made up some excuse... and he followed me. He barely had me in the door before he pushed me up against the wall and fucked me till my eyes crossed. He was big all over. He hesitated momentarily until I moaned that I loved big men. That sound, that confirmation, that elemental reassurance was what he needed. He lifted me onto his shoulders with my pussy to his face and licked me, tongued me, sucked on my clit. He was the only man ever able to do that. I had my back against the wall; my hands supported me by being palm up on the ceiling. This was what made him special. I made a sound when he dug his fingers into my ass. He stopped and looked up at me, worry in his expression that he might have possibly hurt me. I looked at his face, his mouth wet from my cunt, his chin dripping my juice, his eyes unfocused in the pleasure of pleasing. I yanked his hair and pushed him back to my pussy and told him I won't break. Now do it harder! Later he pushed me face first into the wall and fucked me from behind, his meaty arm wrapped around my hips pulling me back into him at each pounding thrust. He moaned as loud as I did when if he would dare to ease up or slow down I would squeeze his arm with my nails and tell him... Fuck Me Harder! We made love and had sex and fucked each other for three solid days... resting only when we could not keep it up any more, eating only when we were not pushing each others' orgasmic limits, and only to replenish our bodies to fuck some more. He left realizing just how elastic and pliable a woman's body is. He was one I loved. I remember him; chocolate on his mouth in the pastry shop I loved to visit. He was a chef, with a slightly thick middle that showed how much he loved his own creations. He was not tall, just of medium height and build. Some would call him average. We began our conversation by me handing him a napkin for a small smudge of chocolate that had applied itself to his chin.. He blushed so endearingly and we talked of desserts and chocolates and sweets. I confessed a near immutable desire for a dessert called "Better Than Sex Cake". He laughed and said he would not have named it that but it happened to be one of his specialties. He invited me to his home for a taste... for once a man inviting me first. I was thrilled. We made a date for that evening. When I arrived at his home, the first thing I noticed was that he had knocked out what was probably the dining area and half the living room to make this super-sized fabulous kitchen. It had a specialty stove with 6 burners and a built-in grill area. He also had a huge hanging rack filled with various sized gleaming copper pots and pans and a load of dried herbs. It hung overtop of this massive oak top table that was used as a prep surface, cutting board, and from the stools situated around it, a dining table as well. He asked me to sit down, and I did, crossing my legs as I sat on the round stool. He stopped a moment, in the middle of placing a hot glove on his hand, staring at the view of my leg up to the thigh as my skirt hiked up. He looked at me, and smiled. "I wonder if we will test the theory of the cake's name tonight?" He said to me. I laughed. He took a dish from the oven, and I almost expired from the smells. It was not the cake he had promised me, but instead a chicken herbed dish he planned to feed me for dinner. I asked him if it would still be good later. He laughed, covered the dish and placed into the huge restaurant sized fridge. While he was in there, he pulled out the cake. We only got to eat a few bites of the delicious confection, before he moved to lick the corner of my mouth where some whip cream had dripped. Once he stuck his tongue out and began licking my mouth and lips, I dropped the spoon onto the counter and wrapped my arms around him. We ate at each other's mouths... sipping cream off of tongues, melding the sweet flavor of "Better Than Sex". He stripped me of my clothes as I returned the favor, and then laid me down on the huge expanse of well-used wood. The indents and subtle scratches only made me more aware of my skin and the tingling he was making travel through it. He pulled one of the stools right in front of me as I lay on that table, my legs hanging off the edge. He pushed my legs over his shoulders and sat down to feast. He was a definite connoisseur of eating... food and women. He made orgasm after orgasm pass through my body as easily as he poured cream into a mixture to make a dessert. I only had a token protest when he took a spoonful of the cake and slathered it on my cunt... beginning to do a deep inspection as he licked it off... making sure he did not miss a single drop. He climbed onto the table with me and we smeared cake over each other to lick and suck it off. He pulled fresh strawberries and peeled quartered peaches from the fridge, and we smashed them over each other. He pushed his cock deep inside me in the midst of cake and peach juice and my own wetness. He fucked me deep and slow... pumping himself into my cunt and licking my strawberry laden tits, and repeating the motion until I was half mad with the need to cum. He made me cum amidst that slick, smashed, fruit and cake. He was one I loved. There have been many others, all special in their own ways. This is my life, and I will expire happily with only the memories of those I loved. I Love Men I'm one of those women who just love men. I've always liked men better than women. It's not just that they are open about what they like and want; men have been so nice to me! It started when I was young. Daddy and I were best friends. Mother used to complain that he was spoiling me and tried to get him to be more stern like she was, but he never stopped being kind. When I started to mature, boys my age discovered me and treated me like I was special. I've always loved men. My mother, on the other hand, never seemed to like men and always tried to keep boys away from me. "You have to be careful," she warned. "Boys will take advantage of you." "I'm not stupid, mother," I said. "You're very pretty Kelly – with a better figure than most grown women, but you think like a little girl," she said. She always worried about boys but I didn't. When boys came to the house to pick me up for dates Mother was horrible to them. Nobody ever asked for a second date - until I met Scott. Of all the wonderful boys I knew, he was the most wonderful. We fell deeply in love and even my overprotective mother couldn't scare him off. When I turned eighteen we told my parents we were going to get married. I expected mom to object but she didn't. "Good," mom said. "Now Scott can try to keep the boys away." "Mom!" I said. "It's true baby," mom said. "You like boys because they're nice to you. But they're only nice because they want to use you. And you're too dim to get it." We got married right after graduation from high school and everything was perfect for about a year. Then disaster struck. "I got laid off today," Scott said collapsing into his recliner. "Don't worry honey-bunny," I said tussling his hair. "You'll get another one." "No I won't," he said dejectedly. "Nobody is building anything and there are thousands of carpenters out of work. Most of them have more seniority than me." Unfortunately he was right. Months went by without a single offer. My happy husband stopped smiling. We had been planning to start a family and I had quit my waitress job at Denny's Restaurant to get the house ready. I was off the pill. Each morning I measured my basal body temperature and I could tell the day I ovulated and was most fertile. By then, however it didn't matter. Depression had captured Scott and our sex life evaporated. Eventually I got depressed too. Our savings ran out (we never had much) and we 'maxed-out' our credit cards. But it wasn't until we actually ran out of food, that I put my foot down and told Scott I was going to start working again. I went straight to The Beach and filled out an application. Some women criticize that restaurant because of the skimpy bikinis the waitresses wear and they say the men are rude to the staff. But I wasn't worried. Men were always nice to me and I heard the girls got great tips. I was interviewed by the owner- a nice old man named Vito Dionora. He reminded me so much of Daddy. I liked him the moment I saw him. "You're 20 all right," he said handing me back my drivers' license. "If you get the job you'll have to buy your own bikini," he added. I suddenly felt sick. I didn't have any money to buy a suit. But I guess the dear man could read my mind. "Well..." he said. "We do have a few bikinis in the back that we could give you. But not in every size." "That would be wonderful!" I exclaimed. "It wouldn't have to be a perfect fit." "Ok," he said taking a tape measure out of his desk. He walked behind me. "Lift your arms, my dear," he said. Mr. Dionora wrapped the tape around my chest just under my boobs. Then he moved it up over the fullest part of my bust, at the level of the nipples. The kindly old man must have a touch of arthritis because he spent a lot of time feeling around and trying to get the tape properly placed. It tickled and I almost choked trying to keep from laughing. "Let's see. Twenty-nine inches, plus five gives you a thirty-four bust. With a C cup?" he asked. "Yes. I'm a C," I said a little embarrassed. "Twenty two inches," he said with the tape around my waist. Then he knelt and wrapped the tape around my hips and bottom. It took him a couple of tries until he had a good reading. "And thirty-four inch hips. You're just a little thing, aren't you?" he said cheerfully. "I'm big enough to do this job, Mr. Dionora," I said confidently. "Yes," he said with a friendly smile. "I think you are." He went in a back room and came back with a few scraps of blue material on a hanger. "Try this on in the bathroom," he said. The bottoms covered my butt all right but the top seemed too small. The sides of my boobs showed more than I liked. "Don't be shy," he said when I came out. "Come over here and let me see you." He put his big warm hands on my shoulders and turned me around to check out my little turquoise floral print bikini. "It's a good fit," he said with a big smile that calmed me a bit. "Here take this tray and walk around the office so we can see if you've got enough balance to be a good waitress." "Yes sir," I said. I took the tray and walked around as Mr. Dionora carefully examined my balance. "Incredible," he sighed as I circled his desk. "You've got the job. When can you start?" "Tonight?" I offered. "Why not," he said laughing. I jumped into his arms and hugged him before I remembered the tiny bikini. Luckily he didn't notice my nearly naked boobs smashed against his chest. He held me for a long time just to make me feel welcome. I love men. In that first week I made enough to pay half the mortgage and fill the refrigerator with food! The best tips came from playful groups of drunken guys. They liked to touch me a lot and horse around but I liked it. Women didn't tip me so well. On the Monday of my second week, Mr. Dionora pulled me aside. "I have a wonderful opportunity for you," he said with his arm around my bare waist. "My brother comes in for dinner every Monday night with a bunch of wealthy associates. You know – 'good fellas'. They always tip real good and their regular waitress just went on maternity leave. He asked for my friendliest waitress, so naturally I told him about you." I was so delighted that I tried to kiss his cheek but he turned towards me at the last second and I smacked him right on lips! I was so embarrassed. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Dionora!" I gushed. "I'll do a great job." "I know you will Kelly," he said. "I'll tell the hostess to give your tables to one of the other girls. You'll devote all your time to taking care of Carmine and his associates back in the Vine Room. Have one of the bartenders help you set up the little bar back there and show you how to mix some of the basic drinks. One of the busboys will be with you to run to the kitchen for you. You'll stay in the room and serve drinks and food and wait for them to call for something. And you'll give Carmine whatever he wants." "Ok," I said feeling a bit nervous about what I was getting into. "A warning Kelly," he said seriously. "Carmine is a very powerful man. He is dangerous when he gets angry." Butterflies flew wildly in my stomach. I considered telling Mr. Dionora that I'd changed my mind about the job. "But when you please him, he can be very generous," he added with a sly smile. About fifteen men appeared that night. They were different sizes and ages but they all wore expensive suits. My heart pounded like a drum and I had to keep taking deep breaths to calm down. Finally, an older man with thinning gray hair entered. He was small and paunchy but had a magnificent air – like a king! The other men flocked to him and made a point of greeting him and shaking his hand but a big bouncer-type guy kept some of them back. Here was a truly great man, I thought. Carmine Dionora had arrived. Vito's warning played in my head and I grew more nervous. Striding confidently past me, Carmine turned and smiled. I've never been attracted to old men and there was certainly nothing appealing about Mr. Dionora but I felt blood flush to my face neck and between my legs! Tightness gripped my chest but I gathered myself as best as I could and started getting drink orders from the men. As the night went on I began to relax. Most of the men spoke to me politely as I worked. However, one young guy with pock marked skin and a nose like a hawk started pestering me. "Hey babe I'm Tony, what's your name?" he asked, suddenly stepping in front of me. "Kelly," I said trying to slip away. "So, what are you doing with that pretty ass after you get off tonight?" he said reaching for my bottom. "I'm going home. To my husband," I said evading his hand. He was frightening me. He reached forward and grabbed one of the straps of my bikini top! "I think you should show us your tits," he said with anger growing in his voice. "I don't think so," I said more calmly than I felt. "Come on!" he said pulling gently on my top. "Would it kill you let us have a look at those jugs?" "I'm sure Mr. Dionora wouldn't approve," I said pulling my top out of his grip and moving away from him. "He likes jugs. The other girl used to take off her top for him and lots more. Come on Kelly, show us your tits!" he called after me. I just smiled and slipped away, hoping Tony would leave me alone. My heart was pounding so hard I felt faint. I went to the ladies room to gather myself. I almost went home but I remembered what Mr. Dionora had said about his dangerous brother Carmine. I had to go back. As the night went on Tony gradually got drunker and pushier. I tried to stay away from him but finally he trapped me next to the table with a tray full of drinks in my hands. "You don't like me," Tony slurred, blocking my path. "I like you just fine," I said dodging around him. "If you liked me, you'd take this off," he said hooking his strong fingers around the thin shoulder strap of my bikini top. "Please let go of me," I whispered feeling my hands begin to tremble. "It's time for this to come off!" Tony grunted as he jerked hard on the strap. "Aaaaa...," I screamed and the tray of drinks crashed to the floor. The room became ghostly quiet and I became aware that everyone was looking at Carmine Dionora. He gestured with his finger to the big guy standing by the door and he started to walk towards Tony. "No, Carmine," Tony said. "Please! We was just havin' fun." He looked franticly from Carmine to the big guy who was getting closer. I knew that something bad was about to happen to Tony. They might have been planning to kill him. Tony backed up into a chair and knocked it over as the enormous bouncer closed in. "Tell him Kelly!" he pleaded. "Tell him we was just foolin'. Tell him it was ok!" I didn't like Tony but I certainly didn't want to witness a murder! "It's ok Mr. Dionora. I was going to take my top off, anyway," I said. My mouth dropped open. I had not meant to say that! "I mean..." I started but was cut off by a loud cheer from the men at the table. Mr. Dionora looked at the big man and nodded. The big man stopped and turned back towards the door. Tony dropped into a chair in a state of shock. I was trapped. My stupid mouth had gotten me into an incredible mess. I reached behind my back for the clasp and noticed the young busboy smiling at me with wide eyes. Carmine noticed too and nodded at the big bouncer, who grabbed him by the collar and shoved him roughly out of the room. I undid the clasp and let the shoulder straps slip down my arms. Holding the tiny top to my breasts, I looked around the room one last time and tried to think of some way to avoid showing fifteen strangers my breasts. But it was no use. I pulled the top away and they cheered again. I stood there blushing, my boobs swaying slightly and my nipples stiffening, though I wasn't cold. And then it was over. Just like that all the men went back to their food and drinks and talking. Only Carmine was still watching me. His gaze made me embarrassed and nervous. I looked away but not before I felt butterflies in my tummy... and lower again. I went back to serving drinks and emptying ashtrays and tried to keep my eyes away from Mr. Dionora. Luckily, no one seemed to care that I was half-naked. I guess they see a lot of naked women. After a while I didn't really care either. When the dinner was over the men filed out one by one after saying good-bye to Carmine. They knelt by his chair and kissed his hand as if he were the Pope. They listened intently as he whispered something to each one. He is such a great man! When all the other men were gone, he waved me over to where he sat. He sat me his lap. My naked breasts bobbled just inches from his face! He wrapped one hand around my waist and rested the other gently on my thigh. I felt like a little girl sitting on her father's lap. His hands were large and warm and felt nice. I glanced at his fingers on my thigh. They were thick like sausages, with wide blunt fingertips. I looked into his black eyes as nervous excitement filled me. He is such a great man! "Have you seen Michelangelo's David, my Dear?" he asked with a smile. "Y-yes," I stammered - my heart aflutter. "Beautiful, si?" he said, his gaze piercing through to my heart. "Yes sir, very." "It would be a sin to cover him with drapes," he said. "Yes sir," I said looking down at my hands between my legs. I began to shiver. My skin tingled and I couldn't breathe right. I worried about the wetness growing between my legs. Could Carmine Dionora feel it on his leg? "God has made you beautiful. And I don't want you to ever be afraid to show men the glory of Gods work. It would be a mortal sin. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Dionora," I whispered with my heart pounding. "I understand." "Good," he said patting my thigh. He looked into my eyes as his hand reached out and began to gently stroke my breast! I didn't move. I felt powerless. His large hands explored me softly with reverence as if I was a precious work of art and the feeling was amazing. He raked his nails over my nipples and rolled them between his thick fingers. The room began to spin. "Oh my God," slipped from my lips. At last he released my tingling nipples. I was glad he stopped because I was flooding my little bikini bottoms. "Very beautiful," he said. "Your name is Kelly, si?" "Kelly Clark," I said feeling suddenly incredibly happy. "Well, Kelly Clark I am Carmine Dionora and we are going to get to know each other very well." He reached into his coat, took out his wallet and counted out ten, one hundred dollar bills and tucked them into my bikini bottom! We stood up and he buttoned his jacket. He kissed me paternally on the forehead, patted my cheek and left the room. A thousand dollar tip! I felt giddy as I put my top back on. This would allow us to pay the mortgage and much more. I just love men, I thought. On the way home, I picked up some beer for Scott. I thought he would be glad when I told him about my big tip. But when I got home Scott seemed even more depressed. He wouldn't even look at the money and said he didn't want any beer. The next day at home was worse and it didn't get better as the week went on. My only joy came at work. The men I waited on cheered up, told me I was pretty and gave me friendly pats on my bottom. I found myself looking forward to Monday and seeing Mr. Dionora. I guess I needed the attention and praise. When Mr. Dionora came into the Vine Room I was ready. I took my top off as soon as he sat down. Carmine nodded approvingly. I was thrilled. The evening went perfectly. At one point Tony cornered me. I was frightened but he didn't seem drunk. "Kelly," he said hesitatingly. "I was a total fuck last week." "It's ok Tony," I said. "No. It ain't! I'm sorry what I done. And you stood up for me with Carmine. I don't forget someone done that," he said earnestly. "Well, I accept your apology," I said cheerfully. "You do have a nice rack," he said looking down at my boobs. That was just his clumsy way of saying he wanted to be friends. "Thank you," I said feeling proud. "Now maybe I can get you to take these off," he joked grabbing the string tie of my bikini bottoms. "Not a chance, buster," I said playfully slapping at his hand. We both laughed. After the dinner, the other men left and Mr. Dionora sat me on his lap. "Now young lady you will tell me what has taken the stars from your eyes. You will hold nothing back from me," he said with a firmness I couldn't resist. "Oh, you don't want to hear about my silly problems, Mr. Dionora," I said. He just lowered his eyebrows. "Ok. Ok," I said feeling my control slip away. I told him everything. I told him about Scott loosing his job and trying to get pregnant and how it was all starting to hurt our marriage. As I talked, Mr. Dionora began to stroke my breasts and I had to stop to gather my thoughts a few times. By the time I had finished my story I was so worked up I was sure I'd made a wet spot on his expensive slacks. "I don't want you to worry, Kelly Clark," he said. His big warm hand left my breasts and slid down over my belly. "I will help with your problems. First we are going to find your husband a job. I have friends at the carpenters' union." His hand slid under the waist of my bikini bottoms! It was like he had a spell on me. I looked nervously around the room but everyone had left and the door was closed. I opened my legs. "Oh," I gasped as one of his sausage-like fingers slipped between my moist pussy lips. "I will give you a phone number for your husband to call." His finger slid gentle circles over my swollen clit gathering moisture. I was going absolutely wild. "We will have work for him tomorrow." My legs opened wider and his thick finger slipped lower and parted my lips. It pressed inside me! He began to fuck me with his thick finger and it felt wonderful. I closed my eyes and held onto his neck as he pumped in and out me – rubbing my clit with each in stroke. I felt myself getting close to orgasm. He curled his finger inside my vagina and rubbed his blunt fingertip against the front of my womb. He pressed down and pulled forward using a "come hither" motion. My toes curled as he began to massage a spot inside my vagina that felt like nothing I had ever experienced. "Oh, Mr. Dionora," was all I could say. There was something commanding in his manor – like absolute authority mixed with complete trust that made me want to please him. I normally orgasm easily but Carmine had me cumming faster than I thought possible as my pussy muscles clenched his fat finger. "Oh, yes!" I groaned as quietly as I could as my orgasm hit. His hand moved faster between my legs, massaging that magic spot he had discovered deep in my womb. I writhed on his lap in the throes of a volcanic ecstasy and held tightly to his neck. It struck me more powerfully and lasted much longer than any orgasm Scott had ever given me. He waited a few moments with his finger inside me as the feelings subsided and then pulled his hand out of my bikini. "Very beautiful, Kelly Clark," he said wiping his finger with his handkerchief. "Si, Mr. Dionora," I gasped. He counted out fifteen bills and tucked them into my bikini. Then he took a pen from his pocket and looked around for something to write on. There was nothing close. I laughed as he wrote his phone number on the side of my right breast. I laughed so hard that my breast slipped out of his hand. We stood and he patted my cheek. "I'll take care of everything," he said confidently. "Yes sir," I said. He left and I put my top back on - careful not to smudge the numbers on my boob. I Love Men When I got home Scott was already in bed. I got a pen and a sheet of paper and slipped quietly into the bathroom. I removed my sweater and bikini top and examined the precious numbers. They were streaked but readable. It took a while to copy the number from my boob onto the paper because it was backwards in the mirror. Rubbing with cold cream soon removed every trace of ink from my soft skin. I couldn't wait to tell Scott. "Scott wake up," I whispered. "I've got great news!" "What?" he said rubbing his eyes. "A man from work said he has a job for you!" I gushed. "He said all you have to do is call this number." Scott was skeptical but he agreed to call. Early the next morning he dialed the number. As soon as he mentioned Mr. Dionora's name, he was offered a job. Scott started work on Wednesday. My depressed husband left that morning and my wonderful old one returned that evening. "The contractor has tons of work!" he said. A big white smile brightened his dirty face. I gave him a beer and he collapsed happily into his chair. "Let's go out for dinner Saturday to celebrate," he said. I sat in his lap and kissed him. "Yes. Let's," I said. We talked and laughed through a dinner that was probably too expensive for us but I thought we needed it. We made love that night but it wasn't that good. I think we were just out of practice. As I lay in bed Monday morning, taking my basal body temperature I pondered ways I could thank Mr. Dionora for Scott's job. 'What could I possibly give him that he didn't already have?' I wondered. "Shit," I said when the thermometer showed I still hadn't ovulated. I was due any day but I was tired of waiting. I wanted to be pregnant now. "Oh well," I sighed as I got out of bed and got ready for work. Dinner with Mr. Dionora's crew went swimmingly. The guys were in great form and I was amazed how completely at ease I felt serving them with my boobs showing. I almost forgot to put my top back on when I left to go the lady's room! It wasn't until late in the evening that I noticed my fifteen-year-old busboy clearing tables! "Javier, you little sneak," I said wagging my finger in his choirboy face. "You know you're not supposed to be in here." "I'm sorry Kelly," he said with a mischievous grin. "I just came in to help you." "Oh...ok," I said – touched over his concern. "You can stay, but I don't want you telling the other busboys about my ah..." "Tits?" he offered looking straight at my boobs. "They're breasts young man," I said lifting his chin with my finger and forcing him to look me in the eyes. "You can trust me, Kelly," he said earnestly. "I know," I said lifting his chin away from my boobs again. "Now get back to work." I had to laugh. Javier was such an adorable scamp. As the dinner drew to a close I couldn't keep myself from steeling glances at Mr. Dionora. Gradually my heart quickened and I grew warm. It was like my body knew what Mr. Dionora was going to do to me once we were alone. At last the men began to file out giving their respects to Mr. Dionora. I had to drag Javier to the door and shove him to get him to leave. "Bye Kelly," he said looking back. "I'll see you next week." I closed the door. "I love you," he said through the door-jam. "That little shit," I giggled. I really liked Javier. Mr. Dionora waited patiently as I came to him and sat on his lap. "I wanted to thank you for..."I started but he stopped me with a finger to my lips. Without saying a word he pulled me closer, until my left nipple was next to his lips. I gasped as he drew it into his mouth and sucked. His mouth was almost hot and he used his teeth ever so gently in a way that drove me crazy. His large had slid over my thigh and sought the space between my legs. He was moving fast but I was ready. I was so ready! I opened my legs to give his hand access to my sex. His fingers slipped under my bottoms and between my lips. It was like a damn burst. I totally creamed his hand. "Oh, God," I whispered slipping out of control. He stroked my little nubbin in slippery circles, at times stopping to pump his thick finger deep inside my gushing pussy. I'd never imagined a man could know what I needed like Mr. Dionora did. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled his finger out of me and pushed me onto my feet. I was confused. He gripped my bikini at the hips and pulled it down my legs and onto my feet. I stepped out of it and heard the sound of a zipper. Poking out of Mr. Dionora's silky slacks was an incredibly large thick dick! It had a wide, blunt head just like his fingertips! Before I could think, he turned me around to face him. When my well-lubricated pussy was directly above his thick shaft, he pulled me down. The head of his penis nestled between my pussy lips – parting them. With his hand he worked his big dick back and forth between my labia gathering lubrication and guided it to my opening. He pulled down hard on my hips and for the first time in my life, a cock other than my husband's slipped into me. It hurt a little because he was bigger than Scott, so I went really slow. Bit by bit I eased slowly down his length. Finally, I sat firmly on his lap, facing him, with his incredible penis deep in my vagina. I wrapped my arms around his neck as the tightness in my womb gradually turned into a wonderful full feeling – his penis was so thick it pressed against my clit and rubbed that electric spot that his finger had found. I yielded completely to him. "Oh, Mr. Dionora!" I gasped. He just smiled at me. Looking like a father but with a huge penis inside me! It was all too confusing. I had to close my eyes. But there was no confusion with how his big shaft felt. It was wonderful! I was full of him, possessed by him. I held him tightly - consumed by the stuffed ecstasy of him inside me. I lifted my self slowly off his lap. I had to look. Miles of stiff shiny penis emerged from me until just the head was inside me, and then I eased back down. I began to fuck myself slowly up and down on his thick, blunt cock. It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever felt. I gradually went faster and drove myself down hard on his lap over and over again. I wanted to force all of him into my womb. I needed to feel Mr. Dionora deep inside me. I needed it to be wonderful for him. He is such a great man. We fucked for a long time without talking. Perhaps it was the lack of sex I was getting at home, or perhaps it was the man, or perhaps I just need a thicker penis than Scott's – but whatever the reason I came that night with an intensity I'd never imagined possible. "Oh God!" I screamed out loud. I couldn't help it. "Ohhhhhhh my God!" I saw stars. My body seized and thrashed and I would have slipped off Mr. Dionora's lap if I hadn't been pinned there by his large dick. It went on and on. I had multiple orgasms for the first time in my life. Finally the throws of orgasmic bliss subsided and my head slumped onto his shoulder. I was covered in sweat, exhausted and dazed. My legs felt like rubber. I cried a little. As I tried to gather myself, I heard Mr. Dionora groan a little and felt his penis jump inside me. I felt the heat of his sperm as he ejaculated inside me! He pumped my womb full of his sperm. It felt nice and warm and I was glad that I'd made Mr. Dionora feel good. I felt close to him – almost in love with him. I held him tightly and kissed his cheek as he gave me his seed. I didn't move until he had finished because I wanted it to be nice for him. "Very beautiful, Kelly Clark," he said. "Si, Mr. Dionora!" I said. When his penis stopped shooting I lifted myself up unsteadily. I watched as his thick penis emerged from my pussy. I was surprised something so thick and long could fit inside me without hurting, but I fit him like a glove. Just as the blunt penis head slipped from my opening, a thick blob of white cum escaped and landed on his expensive slacks! "Oh my God!" I gasped. I pressed my hand between my legs and held it against my pussy to keep the rest of the cum from leaking out. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Dionora!" I hurried off his lap, grabbed a napkin from the table and tried my best to mop up the stain, being careful not to drip more cum on him. "It's all right, my dear," he said as I scrubbed his pants. "It looks fine now." He lifted me up, took the napkin and wiped our juices off his softening manhood. "I'm having a little party at my house on Saturday night." He said as he tucked his blunt penis back into his slacks and zipped them. "I'd like you and your husband to come." "That would be wonderful," I said as he counted bills onto the table. There were twenty when he stopped. A two thousand dollar tip! "Good. Let me give you my address." He took his pen from his pocket and reached for my breast. I jumped back. "Oh no you don't! It took a lot of scrubbing to get your phone number off my breast. This time I'll get you some paper," I said as we both laughed. He left and I dressed quickly and ran to the lady's room. I sat on the toilet and let his copious semen drain out of me. I thought about how lucky it had been for me to meet Mr. Dionora. He really cared about me. I love men! I changed clothes and left for home. As I drove home I could feel more of Mr. Dionora's sperm leaking out of me and making a mess in my panties. I didn't have any tissues in my purse. I hate that gloppy feeling when a man's cum puddles between my legs but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I got home and rushed into the house to clean up and found Scott was still awake! "There's something you need to tell me. Isn't there Kelly?" he said seriously. Did Scott know? I felt semen start to run down my thigh as I tried to think of what to say. "Mr. Dionora invited us to a party?" I said uncertainly. "That's good," he said. "I'd like to thank him for the job. But don't you think there's something else you need to tell me." "I don't think so," I said. I didn't want to tell Scott about being with Mr. Dionora because he would have scolded me like mother used to do. He would have said I was 'dim' and let boys take advantage of me and stuff. I was just being nice to Mr. Dionora but I didn't think Scott would understand. "I was hoping you were going to tell me that you were going to quit," he said smiling. "You don't have to work anymore. I can support us now. And we can get back on the plan to start a family." "Oh Scott," I exclaimed. "That's a wonderful idea!" I jumped into his arms and we kissed. As he squeezed me some of Mr. Dionora's cum ran into my shoe. "Honey-bunny you smell a little funny," he said. "I know baby," I said kissing him again. "I've been at the restaurant all night taking care of Mr. Dionora and his men. You stay here while I rinse off." I kissed his nose. "I'll be right back husband." I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I even used one of those disposable douches – Summer's Eve or something. I wasn't sure if Scott wanted to have sex but I wanted to be a good wife for my Honey-bunny. And I was pretty sure men don't like to get another man's sperm on their dicks. It didn't matter though. Scott just wanted to talk which was fine with me because I was still a little sore from being with Mr. Dionora. We held each other and planned our future late into the night. The next morning my temperature still hadn't spiked. "Darn," I said to the empty bedroom. I dressed in jeans and a little camouflage t-shirt that showed my belly ring and left for The Beach. As I drove I rehearsed what I was going to say to Mr. Dionora. I hoped he wasn't going to be mad when I quit. "Mr. Dionora," I said when I found him. "I have bad news." "What's wrong, Kelly?" he asked with concern. "I have to quit. Friday will be my last day." "Oh no," he said. He leaned closer. "You're not pregnant are you?" he whispered. "No," I said a little confused. "Thank the lord," he said sounding relieved. "Carmine's old waitress had to quit because she got pregnant some how." "Well I'm definitely not pregnant but I will be soon," I said cheerfully. For the rest of the week, each time I told one of my regular guys that I was leaving they gave me a big hug and told me that I was the best waitress they'd ever had. Some gave me their business cards and told me to call them. I guess they thought I was looking for another job. When Saturday rolled around I was marvelously happy. It felt good to sleep late. And even better, when I took my temperature I found that it had finally spiked! At last I was ovulating and very fertile. I pulled up the covers and decided not to tell Scott yet. I would become the sexiest woman he'd ever seen and lure him into a night of torrid lust. We'd never forget the night I got pregnant with our first baby. I got up and found Scott shaving in the bathroom, clad only in a towel. "Scott," I said wrapping my arms around him from behind. "I don't want to go to Mr. Dionora's party tonight." "What? We have to go, Kelly!" "Why don't we go out alone and have a romantic dinner and spend some of the money I made," I said with my most seductive voice. "We could come home early and mess up the bed." I slipped my hand under his towel and held his stiffening shaft. "We have to go to the party so I can thank Mr. Dionora," he said. "When we get home, we can mess up the bed." "No!" I said firmly- letting go of his then fully erect dick. "I said I don't want to go. I want a romantic evening alone with my husband." "All right. All right." He tried to reach for me but I slipped away. "Not now, Mr. Pistol-in-your-pocket. I want you fully loaded for tonight." I felt bad for teasing Scott but I felt sure he'd forgive me after a night of steamy sex. I wanted the night to be perfect. I wanted us to remember the night I got pregnant. That afternoon I went shopping for a new outfit to wear to dinner. I found an elegant long black dress with thin shoulder straps. Then I found a pair of the most beautiful black pumps I ever saw! They were way too expensive but I thought I deserved them. In the intimate department I picked out a sheer black strapless bra and matching panties. "You look awesome!" Scott gushed when I came out of the bedroom. I did a runway turn for him. "Really?" "I think my little wife is the hottest woman on Earth. What have you got on under that?" he said lifting the hem of my dress. "Stop that," I said slapping his hand. "You have to wait until after dinner. But it's going to be worth the wait." I rubbed his dick through his dressy slacks and he growled. As Scott drove to the restaurant, I watched the country slide by and warm joy filled me. I almost cried. Everything had been so terrible and now it was over. Suddenly I noticed we weren't going the right way. "Scott, where are you going?" I asked. He turned down a long gravel driveway that led to a large house. "To Mr. Dionora's," he said smiling. "What?!" I screamed. "We agreed that we were going to be alone tonight!" "Calm down, Kelly," he said. "We'll just stay long enough for me to thank him and then we can go." "We'll be here for hours," I said sadly. Our perfect night was ruined, I thought. We pulled up to the house and a parking attendant opened my door. The house was enormous – really more of a mansion. "Why don't you come inside and wait by the door," he said. I'll go in, find Mr. Dionora, thank him and come back real fast. Then we can go." "All right," I said reluctantly. "But hurry, please!" We climbed the wide steps as the parking attendant drove our car away. The bouncer-man that I'd seen at the restaurant opened the door and guided us into a room crowded with dozens of well-dressed people. Most of the men had on tuxedos and the women had on evening gowns that made my simple black dress seem plain. I sat down in a tall white chair near the door and Scott left to find Carmine. I looked out of the window to the carefully manicured gardens and began to daydream about being a mother. "Kelly Clark. You've come." Mr. Dionora was standing behind me! "I'm so happy you're here." he said. "Oh my. Mr. Dionora." I said standing up. He took my hand, kissed it and wrapped it around his arm. "Come," he said. "I really shouldn't go," I said. "My husband won't know where I've gone." "I'll have someone entertain him," he said. He caught a waiter and sat him in the chair to wait for Scott. "I don't know," I said hesitatingly. "Come with me!" he said firmly. "I've got something to give you." And just like that he took control of me. Without saying another word, he guided me to the back of the room and out the door. We wove our way past wealthy-looking people who called greetings and thanks to him but we kept walking. I looked down at his hand as we walked. His thick blunt fingers rested on top of my hand and I couldn't stop myself from thinking about his thick blunt penis. It gave me a nervous, excited feeling in my stomach. I began to feel a wetness growing between my legs. We got to a wide winding staircase. We swept past the big bouncer guy who seemed to be guarding it and ascended the carpeted steps. We entered an enormous bedroom with a row of windows across one wall and a huge white canopy bed against another. Mr. Dionora closed the door and stepped behind me. I felt his fingers touch the clasp at the back of my dress and unhook it! "Oh my...Ah...Mr. Dionora Scott is waiting and..." I stammered. "This won't take long," he said. "I have something very nice for you." "Ok," I said. Mr. Dionora needed me. I wasn't happy about leaving Scott downstairs but I wanted to be nice to Mr. Dionora. He was always so good to me. I love men. I shivered as he ran the zipper down my back. "So your husband likes his new job?" he asked. "He loves it. I want to thank you so much, Mr. Dionora!" I said. He came around and stood in front of me. He smiled at me like a loving father as he took the thin black straps, pushed them from my shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. I stepped out of it and he picked it up, took it to a walk-in closet and carefully hung it. "I was happy to, my dear," he said as he strolled back. "I care for you. I want to help you." I stood there in the transparent black bra and panties that I'd bought to entice my husband. Instead they were enticing Mr. Dionora. I knew he could see my hard nipples and the swelling labia between my legs through the thin material. "Very beautiful, Kelly Clark." He made me feel exposed and nervous but happy too. He is such a great man. "Thank you, Mr. Dionora," I said feeling shy. I had to look down. He took my hand and guided me to the large windows. I could see down to a pool with guests standing around it – drinking and talking. He stepped behind me and unhooked my bra clasp. My breasts swayed heavily as he pulled the bra off me and let it fall. Then, putting his hands on my sides, he gently slid his warm hands forward, along the sides of my breasts and over them. He cupped one breast in each large hand. I looked down and watched as he kneaded my breasts and then began to roll the stiff nipples between his fingers. I closed my eyes. I had a vision of Mr. Dionora's thick penis as I felt my vagina moisten. He slid his hands down my back, under my panties and held my bottom in both his hands. Then he slid my panties over my hips and down my legs. He steadied me as I stepped out of the filmy garment. I stood in front of the open window naked, except for my new black pumps but no one down by the pool noticed. He eased my legs apart and leaned me forward until my hands rested on the window. I was open to him then. I almost jumped when I felt his finger begin to rub my swelling clit and then dip into my very wet vagina. I closed my eyes and held onto the window as Mr. Dionora began to fuck me from behind with his finger – using it like a dick and rubbing it against that electric spot in my vagina that only he seemed to know how to find. I Love Men He withdrew his finger from my gushing pussy and I heard his slacks unzip. I was ready when I felt him guide his thick blunt shaft to my opening and push it inside me from behind. It was even better than before. No pain at all – just the wonderful full feeling that I didn't get from my husband's dick. He began to fuck me slowly. He went faster until he sensed that I was close to cumming and then he slowed down. I knew Mr. Dionora could make me cum anytime he wanted. Fast and then slow, over and over until I couldn't stand it any longer. "Please. You're driving me crazy!" I groaned. "Ok, my dear," he said sounding much more calm than I felt. He pulled his penis out of me and went to the closet to hang up his suit. I looked out of the window as he undressed and noticed a bartender by the pool had been watching us! He waved when he saw me notice him. I quickly stepped back from the window. Mr. Dionora turned me around and for the first time I saw him with his clothes off. He looked even smaller with his clothes off. There was lots of gray hair on his chest and soft belly. His arms and legs were skinny and shapeless. But when I saw that big wonderful penis pointing straight at me, I thought Mr. Dionora was the most handsome man in the world! The thick shaft was netted with tightly stretched veins and capped with a smooth blunt head. It extended much longer than I had guessed. My knees got weak. Taking my hand, he brought me to the bed. I kicked off my pretty new pumps. He pulled back the sheets and gently laid me on my back as if I were his princess. He crawled between my legs and positioned his long thick penis next to my pussy. "Do you want me to fuck you, Kelly Clark?" he asked. "Yes, Mr. Dionora. I do," I said with great earnestness. "Then put it inside you." I took his penis in my hand and was surprised how much harder it felt than my husband's. Scott's penis had always felt spongy and moved easily from side to side. Mr. Dionora's penis felt like skin stretched across steel! It had no sponginess at all and wouldn't bend sideways. I pulled his penis to my opening and rubbed the head up and down against my pussy – coating the head with my lubrication and using it to part my inner lips. I wrapped my hands around his bottom and pulled him to me. His dick slid into me, in one slippery motion and I was in heaven again. "You're so big," I groaned. "Do you like it, Kelly Clark?" He asked. "It's beautiful, Mr. Dionora." "Si," he said and we laughed until he began to move his hips. Then all I could do was groan. "Oh, yes!" I moaned. "Oh God, yes. Fuck me Mr. Dionora!" He fucked me for what seemed like hours. Keeping me near orgasm but never pushing me over the top. He pumped that wonderful dick into my pussy with slow luscious strokes. I was totally filled with his penis and it me feel joined with him like I had never felt with any other man before. We were truly joined body and soul. "Mmmm," I moaned. "So big! How did you get to be so big?" With him on top of me his penis was really too big for my little body. He was deeper than before and the blunt head of his dick hit my cervix when he went too deep but it all felt amazing anyway. "Please, Mr. Dionora," I said when I couldn't take it anymore. "Make me cum now." "Of course, my dear," he said and speeded up his tempo. That's all it took. My orgasm hit like a crash of lightening. I screamed and clawed at his back as an orgasm even stronger than the one he gave me at the restaurant electrified every part of my body! He kept pumping that incredible penis into my pussy and I kept cumming. Then he pressed his penis deep into my womb and began to ejaculate. He kept the head against my cervix as jet after jet of his warm semen shot out of his large penis and into my welcoming vagina. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held him close while he came. He came for a long time and I could tell that he had deposited a huge amount of his seed deep inside me. When he was finished, he pulled out and gently pressed my labia together. "Remain lying on your back," he said handing me a pillow. "Put this under your bottom so that your hips are tilted slightly upward." "Yes sir," I said though I didn't understand why he wanted me to do it. Mr. Dionora got out of bed, went to the closet and began to dress. "While your resting would you like a glass of Champaign?" he asked. "Actually I'd prefer a beer, if you don't mind," I said. "Of course," he said. I felt a little funny lying there naked under the covers as he dressed but he refused to let me get up. He buttoned his tuxedo, sat down on the bed and called down to the kitchen for our drinks. He held my hand and we chatted until a knock came at the door. "Come in," he called. A waiter in a white tuxedo came in. He carried a silver tray with a glass of beer and a smaller glass of Champaign. "Thank you," I said taking my glass. I searched his face for signs of amusement in my condition but found none. "Go tell Stacy to find Kelly's husband Scott," Mr. Dionora told the waiter. "He will be sitting with a waiter in the front room. Tell her to keep Scott company and that we will be down soon." "Yes, Sir," he said as he left. "Don't worry about your husband," he said to me. "Most men find my hostess Stacy extremely entertaining. He won't miss us at all." After about half an hour, he kissed my forehead and said I could get up. I stood up and hugged the dear old man. I even gave him a little kiss on the lips. "Thank you, Mr. Dionora," I said looking deeply into his dark black eyes. "You are welcome, my dear," he said patting my cheek. "Take your time getting ready and call the staff for anything you needed." Then he left to return to his party. I went to the huge master bathroom and found a bidet. I directed the warm water into my pussy and watched Mr. Dionora's cum flow down the drain. I didn't want any goopy semen spoiling my pretty new panties. When I found Scott, he was sitting on a sofa with an attractive blond woman practically sitting in his lap! She had her arm across his shoulders and her chest was pressed against his. Mr. Dionora sat across from the couple. "Scott!" I gasped. He stood suddenly and looked guilty. "There you are, Kelly. We were just talking," Scott said. "You were sitting pretty close," I said glaring at the blond woman. "I was just telling Stacy and Mr. Dionora how grateful we are for getting me the job," he said. "Please, Scott," Mr. Dionora said. "There's no need for you to thank me. Your beautiful wife has thanked me enough today." Stacy stood and came to me. She was quite tall and busty. "Hello Kelly," she said with an elegant English accent. I hated her. She shook my hand and turned to Mr. Dionora. "I'd better get back to the party. Good-bye everyone." "We'd better go too," I said. Mr. Dionora rose and hugged me. "Call me if you need anything, won't you?" he said. "You've given us plenty Mr. Dionora," I said. "Good-bye." And taking Scott's arm we left the house. We got to the restaurant late but they took us anyway. Dinner was wonderful but Scott had a little too much to drink so I had to drive home. By the time we arrived home he was almost asleep. "My hardworking husband," I said helping him from the car. We undressed and got into bed together. We started to make love but Scott couldn't stay hard because of all the alcohol he'd had. "Sorry babe," Scott said. "It's ok honey bunny," I said. Scott fell right asleep but I didn't mind. I really wasn't in the mood for sex anyway. Soon I was asleep too. A few days later I started feeling sick so we didn't have a chance to make love again during my fertile period. Later that month I bought one of those drug store pregnancy tests. While Scott got into bed, I went into the bathroom and opened the kit. I sat on the toilet and peed onto the test strip, then put the stick on the counter and waited. Two pink bands appeared in the test window. I was pregnant! Apparently Scott had ejaculated a little that night after Mr. Dionora's party after all. Scott was asleep when I returned. I snuggled up to him and thought I was happier than I'd ever been! Scott had his job and self-confidence back and I had my dear husband back. I ran my hand over my lower belly- thrilled to finally be pregnant. Bliss filled me and I wanted to wake Scott and tell him that he was going to be a daddy. But I just kissed his cheek and held him tighter. Everything in my life was perfect again – thanks to Mr. Dionora. I love men.